You Made Me Twisted (A Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Breakfeast is the most important meal of the day

    It's cold. Floating, dying feels like your floating. Floating away,drifting to be more precise. Everything just drifts away from you. Your feeling,sound, sight, every thing.Until the only thing your left with are your thoughts. Sometimes thats the most scary thing to be left with. Thoughts of friends, family, happy times, sad times, everything. It's just you and your thoughts floating away from a world you were once part of. As you realize whats happening you really dont know what to do. Should you cry? I mean, I am leaving my family, friends...my life. Or should i be happy? I don't have to fight anymore,fight for my life... i don't know. I guess im in shock.

That's when i felt it...warmth. Warmth pulling me out. Taking my floating self and pulling me out. Whats happening??? What or who is pulling me out? Is it one of those jerks. They want more? No! I won't go back to that! I start to kick, but my body doesnt respond. Damn this dying thing. Oh no... I think i'm going to faint. "fuck" then i passed out.

        "ughhhh" i moaned while sitting up in my bed. I sat up and started to rub the sleep off my face. Thats when it hit me. The events that happened yesterday just pummeled into my like a semi truck. The jerks, the fight for my life, falling.... and dying? I was suddenly alert of my surroundings. Where the hell am I? i thought in my head. My eyes were now alert, scanning the area. I was in a moderatley furnished room, a desk, chair, bookcase with a variety of books, rug and bed which i was currently laying on was all that was in here. I slowly and cautiously got up out of my bed. "where the hell am I?" i asked again, this time outloud. I slowly walked to the door, putting my ear against it listening. I did'nt hear anything.

        I looked around the room again and discovered my  bookbag at the foot of the bed. I ran to it and looked to make sure everything was there. I pulled out my phone, but of course no signal..."fan-fucking tastic" i whisper to myself, exasperated at my shitty signal. I put my bookbag on my back and tip toe to the door. I mean... im in a strange house.... and i dont know who the fuck is in here with me.

        I open the door and scan the outside. The house is much bigger than i thought. It must be some resort cabin. The rustic wood log walls and style of the house is absolutly beautiful, large windows let the morning sun in giving everything a soft glow. i walk out a little more to the railing looking at the floor under me. It looks like a large living room with a fireplace and huge tv and a kitchen. As i listen closely i can hear pots rustling... apparently coming from the kitchen. It sounds like someone cooking...cooking something that actually smells freaking delicious. But, no matter how delicious it smells i have to keep my guard up. I'm in a strangers house, with a STRANGER, and i almost died the night just before... I look around but the stairs seem to be the only way down...

"great" i whisper to myself. Then i immediatley put my hands to my mouth, realizing that the sound of cooking and pots clinging has stopped. The stranger heard me....do i need to fight again? Should i make a run for it out the window...?

        " Ya' know if i wanted to harm you, i would have already. Come down, girly. As they say breakfeast is the most important meal of the day!"

Authors note- Totally unedited pardon any grammar issues pl0x. So hi! ive been gone for a while....yeah a while. But i suddenly got motivation to continue this up again. so yeah! heres another chapter :D hopefully i can update it soon when i find that passion again but for now here ya go! A certain someone has finally come into play!:D